Glory

Strongly the wind blows, as we march towards the Rising Sun.
Many of us - dead, but many are still fighting brave.
Still the Victory has not come, we will win as fast as we can,
Run or stay on feet - 'cause battle rages again.
After long, long night, we burn the church upon the hill
No one will be left alive.
Brothers of my Mighty Sword - now the moon leads us straight.
The Glory has not come - we will not stand and wait!

Don't wait for the Glory to come !

We are walking on the ashes of the churches we burned down
But the strongest of all fires is burning in our hearts!
We rise the torches - let they know who we are
Their weak attacks will not even leave a scar.
As we entering the Cemetery we can hear wolfs howl.
Burning another village - the glory's not so far.
The power of the Pentagram is on our side
The Glory comes at last!

Come! The Fire's burning!
Run! Or die!
Snake Servants - we are
Run! Or die!